Lachrymose refrain, the counting of teardrops within the rain.
No reason, no method, the abandoning of madness.
Wrestling angels, thwarting myself, forgiving others,
Isolating alone with God, predestination, understanding.
Nothing at all, nothing, empty, eyes staring, heart blaring.
The Eucharist remains, standing aright, lofty and intense.
Above, through storytelling colorful stained glass,
Beaming, passing prayers of a cloistered chapel,
The sun penetrates within.

The question was quite difficult, complex, onerous,
Problematic, painful, presented not in jest, no humor,
No tears, yet trending toward despair, the oppression of fear,
Challenging, broad in scope, laborious and demanding,
Sounded in a scream, fist clenched and pounding, piercing with intent.

The answer was quite simple, unexpected, disarming,
Presenting an apology, admitting possible error, smiling,
Disqualifying certainty, suspending the senses, elevating hope,
A finger pointing upwards, eyes cast down, focusing and loving,
Breathing into sound, heart open and erupting, foreknowing while forgetting.

Empty a vessel
The reduction of time
Cold bathwater cleanse
A little boy with three brothers
Fragmented images
An imaginary life
Reality beyond material
Everything good
A dog napping
Suspended senses
No more
A jester pretends
No lingering
Arise
Lifted awake
Flight taken within
Lonely lowly child
Wings and a prayer
A mature adult
Words swallowed
Swollen
Weary and worn
Strong yet sore
Profusely sweating
Eyes bleeding tears
Detached from the stain
Amidst weeds
A flower blossoms
Withers and fades
A shadow ladder calls
Amongst erased visions
Deprivation
Deep into the night
Bare handed
Touching rungs
Lifting a foot
Sandals strapped
Guided while blind
Feeling
Ascending attuned
Beyond pain and pleasure
A darker darkness descends
Going out from one point
Darkness alone
No light
Not even the moon
Nor stars
Detached
Unemotionally holding
Grasping
Knowing
Faith
Hope
Charity
A calmness steadfast
Practiced prayer pacing
Habitual
Fortitude engaged
Infused and installed
Holy Spirit alights
Disposition conquers fear
Stillness vanquishes flight
Obedience defeats obstinacy
Impeding roots overpowered
Pulled out
Spewing puss
Breathing holds to life
Abandonment on into trust
Eyes closed
Seeing with one eye
Will reposed
Acquiesced
Mind open and aware
Centered in the heart
Listen to the heartbeat
So close
Right next to me
The Sacred Heart of Jesus
The Immaculate Heart of Mary
Everything that rises must converge
Intertwining and twisting
All things and many
Many many things
Grand immense ideas
Details and distinctions disappear
Everything coalescing
Blending and mending
A roughly woven tapestry
A mighty wind
A whistling chorus
Passing by
Resounding thunder
A roar
Furthering forward
White cold scorching fire
Burning from inside
Brilliant flashes of lightening
Coming and going
Appearing and disappearing
Seen and unseen
Silhouettes and forms
Marking time
A void
A vortex sucking in
A vast light
Blinding bright
Movement of the massless
The knowing of the unknown
Vagueness enough
Not needing
Lacking desire
A mystery multiplied
Over and above
A love
Hovers
One
Whispering with a soft voice
Mercy and forgiveness
Tension assuaged
Joy satiates
It’s ok
You can cry

Hallow, hollow, words needing no more, transpired, evermore the Word, amalgamation.
Turned facing the pain, engaging the strain, repetition, practice advancing to habit, conciliation, equalization.
Behavior simplified to a state of non-action, busy within the doing of nothing, visceral in being, hearty, steadfast and focused.
The body aches, the muscles sore, the eyes torn, the breath stinks, the ears bleed, the mouth foams, gases compound, fluids swell, the mind is spent, tired, the soul remains hungry, thirsting, arising to thunder, awakening, thrashing upon shackles.
Within detachment impurities remain, freedom bores, yet the song remains not the same, an ancient call for all ages is heard by an elderly deaf mute.
New ways emerge, burgeoning, enveloping, maturity harmonizing with images erased, emptiness replacing the phantasmagoric complexities of bustling inner-cities overpopulated with brilliance and unrestraint, pretty things driving insane.
Memory stings with tales of woe, with tales untold, with tales of desperate drama, with the excitement of sensual ecstasies, fantasies, and favored endeavors, the senses, a prison window, experiences expended, time wasted, God lovingly waits.
Slowed down self-knowledge, gradually aware, deconstructed, eliminations a plenty, purgation and crevices cleansed, alcoves reconstructed, not possibilities, nor dreams, nor scheming, nor plotting, nor manipulating through perceived righteous free will.
Acceptance, I do nothing.
The consequence presents abandonment, left alone still and meditating, passively practicing on into perfection, no victory, no shame, devoid and devoured, breathing within the emptiness of being elevated to a man of deep sorrows, understanding, knowing the joy within all.
A presence inflates as all is deflated, a hand reaching out, it is my own, touching the crystalline barrier, a boundary, a thin place, an investigation lacking logic, speechlessly imploring, passing beyond eternity angels came today, comprehending tomorrow will assail, moments many and varied, all is the same.
Within fear all is fear–anger raging through wrath.
Within love all is love—simple, merciful and serene.
Within faith all is a dark vulnerability–reason absconded, self-preservation obliterated.
Within hope is the conquest of all that is vain—the release of demented intentions of self-prescribed fame.
Within God reposes the unknown.

A wait, a call of time to sip the wine of the Divine.
A porch upon creation, a particle of mass synchronization.
Blueberries ripe in the season, a time and a place.
The early morning chill of a hot summer day.
A squirrel tenuously dancing upon thin branches.
A red-headed woodpecker hammering away.
A neighbor passing walking a pair of elegant striding greyhounds.
Sparrows a plenty, tiny and nervous, fluttering, stealing amongst one another.
The silence underneath.
Winged ones chirping, crickets sounding, distant traffic roaring, a car rushing past, the sounds of a city near and within.
Something beneath and above, surrounding, carousing, caressing, immersing, infusing,
It is there, the fabric of all constructing, the knitting of finer threads in conjunction,
Consubstantial, the kiss of a presence, the whispering upon the wind of intentions, a longing blossoming into being.
It is time to leave, to start a new day.